Robotic souls and mechanical hearts (Montgomery x fem reader) (18+)

Part XIX: Painful Memories

The eyes went dark.

Y/N felt her breath hitch. "...Monty...?" She whispered.

Everything was silent for a moment, but then Y/N heard the familiar sound of servos turning on and working. Y/N didn't heard that before when his eyes were purple. How was that thing moving him without Monty's servos running?

It's almost like... he was possessed.

His eyes lit up again, blinking the recognisable pink-red light into them. Y/N sighed. He was back, and he was (hopefully) ok.

Monty grunted, letting his eyes adjust. He wriggled in the restraints, looking down at them in confusion. "The fuck... Y/N?" His eyes dashed around the room before finally landing on Y/N.

"Y/N? What happened? Why am I tied up?"

Y/N stayed silent in shock for a moment. Before she realised she ran forward, falling onto him and kissing him.

Monty smiled when she pulled away. "I have no idea what the fuck just happened but o have the worst fuckin headache"

Y/N chuckled, sitting up and undoing the layers of restraints. She had to cut the duct tape off, and unfortunately the blanket too.

Monty stood once he was free and stretched his arms. "So... what exactly happened?"

Y/N shrugged. "I don't know. That weird bunny lady Kaiden was seeing just stopped outside my window and looked at me, and when I backed away 'you' were standing behind me. And you had some weird purple eyes"

Monty stiffened and his gaze dropped to the floor. He reached up to his face to touch something, but he didn't find it. "Where are my sunglasses...?" He mumbled.

"Whatever that thing was threw at them at the wall in my roo-"

Monty dashed passed Y/N before she could finish her sentence. He ran into her room and his eyes darted everywhere until they found his shattered sunglasses on her bed.

"No no no... fuck, FUCK!" He roared, falling to his knees and picking them up gently.

Y/N ran in behind him, Kaiden lingering in the doorway. She saw the shattered glass strewn among her bed before her eyes drifted to Monty, who was obviously trying to contain tears.

"Monty..." She whispered, sitting down next to him and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Fucking... fuck!" He chocked, trying to pick all the glass fragments out of the bedsheets. "What the fuck have I done..." 

Y/N rested another hand on his arm, leaning down to look at his face. She didn't know he could cry. Monty looked up at her and she leaned forward, pulling him into her arms as much as she could.

He hugged back. She didn't know why the glasses were to important, but that wasn't something to ask about now.

He squeezed tighter, a bit too tight. "Ow!" Y/N grunted. She had forgotten how much her chest was still hurting. Monty jumped back.

Y/N grabbed her chest and coughed. "Fuck... what the fuck did I do...?"

"It's... it's nothing..."

"We'll it's fuckin something"

Before Y/N could protest he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, staring the angry red divots in her chest. More tears welled in his eyes.

"Fuck... fuck... I can't believe I hurt you... I'd never hurt you..."

"Hey, hey! Monty it's ok, that wasn't you! I know you'd never do that!"

Monty grabbed his Mohawk and tried to keep himself from completely breaking down.